Novel & Cerita Melissa Gordner

Even the big mahogany table was Christmassy. No Melissa felt uncomfortable because she was thrown into confusion, she was developing feelings for Brock and her feelings for Blake were confusing. He was hot and cold. One minute he was moody the next he was flirty. She didn’t understand. Melissa was brought out of her reverie by Tony asking her “What do you do for a living, Melinda?” “It’s Melissa, Tony and I told you she’s the CEO of Hartford industries where I work.” Elaine corrected him. “Ah so you’re CEO then? What’s that like?” He asked

Melissa said and made a call to someone. "I will be at the programme, make sure I pass the verification," Melissa said and ended the call with a smile. The time slowly went by and Melissa got ready for the programme. She went through her clothes and chose a long red gown with diamonds. It was off-shoulder and had a split on one thigh up to the hip level. She matched it up with a seven-inch heel and let loose her long brunette hair. She put on her heavy make-up and adorned her neck and ears with some jewellery. She looked very seductive with all the artificial curves filling the outfit. She grabbed a purse and satisfied with her looks, exited her apartment and sat in the back seat of her car.

“You should’ve left hours ago.” Melissa looked up, a bit sheepish. “I couldn’t leave, Ms. Williams. I got worried after Mr DeMarque showed and thought it wise to stay should you need me," Melissa explained. Sienna’s expression softened. Melissa had been her assistant for a while now and Sienna appreciated her loyalty and concern. “I’m fine, really,” Sienna said with a small smile. “But I appreciate you sticking around.” Before Melissa could respond, the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and out stepped Gisela. She was dressed impeccably, as always, in a sleek black dress and heels that clicked against the marble floor as she approached Sienna. Sienna’s eyes narrowed slightly.

My villa was more comfortable now that I had left LA, I'm going back for the funeral, but I'm leaving right after, I'm going ghost, I don't care how many men they send after me, it won't be easy to find me. I already removed their tracking chip, yeah, Camila and I had tracking chips in our wrists, grandpa removed hers when she was twelve but I couldn't get mine removed, my parents never allowed it, no wonder she could do what she wanted and not care what they think, she could disappear from the earth and they won't know where we went. I walk into the dining room, seeing someone seated in my favorite chair. She was dressed in her usual business wear, black ripped jeans and a hoodie, matched w

Liam's POV Liam sat stiffly in his chair, feeling as though he had been nailed there. His fingers curled into fists so tight that the knuckles were turning white. Beside him, Melissa was still raging at the injustice on his behalf. "She's clearly bringing her personal feelings into official business to take revenge on you! Liam, I refuse to believe that Mr. Garner would approve of her doing this!" Something flashed through his mind at those words. Melissa was right! Even if Marissa had gone to work at Cloud Corporation to take her revenge on him, he didn't think that Caleb Garner would still allow her to do as she wished once he learned the truth.

“Okay, so I have a tiny problem.” “Define tiny.” She grimaced. “It’s this project—the Delgado file? I was supposed to be working under Melissa, but she, uh, kind of hates me.” “Hates you?” “Yup. As in, if I breathe too loudly near her cubicle, she’ll glare at me like I kicked her cat.” I blinked, trying to recall the name. “Melissa… she’s an old employee, right?” “Ancient ,” Jessie said, perching on the edge of my desk. “Tall, blonde, blue eyes, legs for days. The one who walks like she’s permanently on a runway.”

She had two hours to somehow fix this funding crisis and get across town. "Melissa, can you set up meetings with our other major donors? I need to reassure them, make sure no one else is planning to pull out." "Already on it. But Ava..." Melissa hesitated. "There might be another option. We received an inquiry this morning from a new potential donor. Someone interested in funding at the same level as Henderson." "Who?" "Elena Volkov. She's a philanthropist based here in the city. Made her money in tech before selling her company. She's interested in women's issues, specifically domestic violence and human trafficking."

he gave me a reassuring smile. I give him one back. The doctor yells my name, taking my attention away from Nick and over to the short little lady who looked to be in her forties. Standing, I make my way over to her, a part of me wishing that Nick could come with me. I walk through the door, she comes in behind me, closing the door and going over to the other side of her desk to take her seat. "It's lovely to meet you, Ms Lune." She held out her hand, gesturing to the seat I was standing in front of. "Please take a seat so we can get started."

Helen asked when the woman said nothing and simply stared at her. The woman let out a low chuckle. “You're representing Joan from Langley Corp, right?” she asked, her tone firm. “Yes,” Helen replied after a short pause. “Anyway, I'm Melissa Scott, the CEO of Summit Enterprises.” Helen nodded slowly, wondering why Melissa had introduced herself. At that moment, she was tempted to ask how Summit Enterprises had made it to the final stage. “Can I have a word with you?” Melissa broke through her thoughts, stepping back from the window and standing straight.

Elise said quietly. Selena looked at her with doubt and Elise shrugged, “ I for one don’t like Amanda at all. I guess she is also a lousy employer too.” Elise asked and the lady nodded and spoke in a gentle voice. “Actually the real truth is that, I am Melissa ,an actual spy under the commission of Secret Special Force, Amanda took my mate and blackmailed me into working for her when I tried to get him back. She set up some humans to make a sex clip with me in it and threatened to show my mate. Since then I have been her slave.” the lady said breaking into sobs.